Walkin on Eggshells

If givin the choice of walking on eggshells or walking on glass, I would choose walking on glass. My wit can be sharp, especially when I'm angry, so shards of glass is my preference. As I age it becomes easier to hold my tongue or think before I speak. However, when I feel an injustice has taken place or someone has spoken way out of bounds, I tend to lash out.

I'm in situations where I need to bite my tongue, and speak delicately on a daily basis. It's exhausting. Oh for the drunken days of wild outbursts and acceptance under the guise of alcohol.

I am able to make my point succinctly. If I'm honest with myself I occassionally enjoy being mean.

I'll say this: I can dish it out but I can't take it. So fair warning, if you do something nasty or spiteful, if you treat me poorly, or make fun of me when there's nothing funny about it, take heed. It could take days, months or years but I will not forget, I'm just waiting for the perfect moment.

You're no Fun

It's not that I don't know how to have fun, I just think my idea of fun varies greatly from the rest of the world. Take this evening for example: I am at a very popular sports bar on a Saturday night, the place is packed. There are miles of people drinking, eating, & making noise. The TV screens are as big as a twin sized bed and there are multi layered rows of Wii games being played by people who look silly.

I am bored. I want communication. I don't think I know how to have fun without conversation.

When I look at pictures of people having fun they too often have a beer in their hand. If I drank beer would I then know how to have fun? In fact, I don't like to have my picture taken, if I let people take my picture would I have more fun?

I am doomed to a pictureless, beerless, funless life.